The Billionaire Waitress
Everything I wasn’t: confident, ambitious, the kind of woman who’d look perfect bent over Justin’s desk.
Then the door chimed again, a sound that felt like a warning shot. Justin. His gray sweater hugged his broad frame, the fabric stretching over muscles that begged to be touched, his dark curls tousled like he’d been running his hands through them in frustration. His hazel eyes—fuck, those eyes—scanned the room, landing on me first, softening for a heartbeat before shifting to Xiamond. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking under his stubble, and my stomach dropped. You again. What kind of fresh hell was this? I kept moving, flashing smiles as I delivered plates, but my doubts roared louder t
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